Vows From The Vow Novels & Stories

His smile was dazzling each time I saw it. I pushed back the lump in my throat to recite the vows I had practiced day and night since I had fallen for him. "Let my vow to you be this: I will never stray from you, my love will only grow. I will protect you from harm, love you for eternity. Let my voice guide you should you be lost and my wings carry you and keep you warm. With this vow, I give my heart, body and soul to you." It was his turn to push back tears as his smile grew.

"I vow to be peaceful when I enter the Sprite lands. I promise that no Sprite will die by my hands. I swear that when I remove the woman, Anya, from the custody of her princes, it'll only be temporary; when she reaches the age of eighteen, I'll let the Sprite Princes come to my kingdom and take back what was destined for them. I make this blood vow, knowing that if I break it, my blood will spill for eternity, leaving me to be the husk of who I once was." As soon as I recite the final word to the vow, our wound starts to heal, and my oath forever binds me. Kade's vow is simpler than mine, and I notice when Delphine only cuts into Kade's palm, not spilling any of her blood. She also speaks th

Wedding Day Payal’s POV The day has finally arrived when I will become someone's wife. I will belong to him. A sacred bond will tie us for live long after taking those holy rounds. We will be Bound by Vows for our remaining life. But am I ready for this? Completely no!!! But I cannot move back. I will have to accept this relationship by whole heart. There may not be a love in this but at least, will try to have trust and respect for each other.

“Do you, Dante Romano, take Caterina Caruso to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage, promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?” “I do,” Dante said without missing a beat. I wondered how he did it so easily, lying without an ounce of conscience in his body.

I looked up. The priest stared at me for one sad second, before he cleared his throat and began the vows. “Do you accept Dimitri Volkov, as your lawful husband..” My nails dug into my palms, as I clenched my fist. No please, I wouldn't. I will never! “To have and to hold..” My throat constricted. “from this day forward, for better or for worse,” I reached out one hand to steady my pounding heart. “for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?”

kid", I just felt disgusted. This 21-year-old kid knew how to crawl into the bed of his sponsor's girlfriend and post a provocative video on Instagram with a one-person viewing setting. He was being too calculative for a kid. I ignored her, collected all the evidence, and sent it to Archie's academic advisor and the charity that had arranged the sponsorship. I included a detailed note. "Archie Crosby is living extravagantly, wearing designer brands, and interfering in other people's relationships. He's violating the terms of the sponsorship agreement, which state that recipients must maintain 'good conduct and a simple lifestyle'." At the same time, I requested annual leave from my company.

Ironically, there was no love to be found in this arrangement. The priest turned to us. "Do you, Tatum, take Arden Voss to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and cherish till death do you part?" "I do," I answered softly. The priest nodded before turning to Arden. "And do you, Arden Voss, take Tatum to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to love and cherish till death do you part?" Silence. My breath caught. One second. Two. The air suddenly felt too thick to breathe.

I acted as if I hadn't seen her at all and continued exchanging heartfelt vows with Delilah. Delilah was so moved that tears filled her eyes. "Ry, don't worry. I'll be devoted to you for the rest of my life. I love you." I had heard those same words from Amara before, but for some unexplainable reason, I truly believed Delilah. I believed that she would truly spend the rest of her days with me. "I love you, too." Wrapping our arms around each other, we kissed. I'd never imagined that I could meet such an incredible woman in this lifetime.

Marco stepped in, steam curling around him like some kind of dramatic entrance effect. The buzzcut only made his already sharp face sharper. "I should be fasting today," he said, settling across from me in his all-white habit like some chill, holy hot priest. Then—he grabbed a slice of meat and popped it in his mouth. Broth clung to his lips. Distracting. Too distracting. "Thought you were fasting?" He licked the corner slow, deliberate. "Fridays are for fasting. But I'd break any rule for you."

“My mother entrusted me to you on her deathbed. And what did you do to me? “If you had a daughter, would you want her to forgive a man who treated her the way you treated me?” “So, no! I won’t forgive you. I don’t want to ever see you again.” He looked at me deeply, as if recalling that day when my mother placed my hand into his, when he had vowed he would take care of me. He lowered his head and fell silent for a long time. As I passed by him, his trembling voice drifted to my ears.